Maxine: An exploration of Identity

 Maxine:  An exploration of Identity

I am Maxine.

I am twenty three.

I am a graduate, become a student again.

A child trying to support herself.

I am tall enough to be average,

Heavy enough to look normal.

My eyes are a clear blue.

I have dirty blond hair

That’s usually died red

And never longer than my shoulders.

I wear skirts and dresses as much as I can.

I hate socks.

To some people I am Max, but never Maxi.

The one who says that is gone.

My brother is Nick,

Far away he lives, but as close to my hart as can be.

I live in a house.

With the boy I love,

And my Kitty.

My Kitty, Noel, Loves me.

I don’t know what I would do without her.

Elephants line my living room

People don’t believe me when I tell them I need more.

I will always need more.

I am given Roses more than any other girl

But I always securely wish they were Daises

I want to be an artist.

I am an artist.

I am scared of being an artist.

I was born in Mississauga, yet always call it Toronto

Grew up in Harrowsmith, and it will always be “home”

Lived in La Roch-Sur-Yon, which is on the same plant yet a whole different world.

Worked in Normandi , It looks like home but different at the same time.

In Toronto I am the happiest, for it is where I currently belong.

I will have a house one day

With a garden and a swing set.

There will be children

And a dog!

No matter what Stefan says.

I am a girl

Who wants to be a “grown up”, But hasn’t learnt how…

Looking for my place, unsure what direction to take

I spend the fall crunching leaves,

The winter indoors.

I am always wet in the spring, tromping around in the creak.

In the summer I don’t were shoos.

I believe in myself,

I know I can do ‘it’. I just don’t know what ‘it’ is.

I like to write, but I can’t spell.

This makes me sad,

So I just ignore it.

I spend too much time on Facebook,

I have too much time to waste.

I spend too much time in bed,

But Stefan is just too comfy.

I dress up in costume to fight monsters,

Or sometime use monsters to fight others,

Or sometimes I just get devoured.

I like orange juice, and French toast.

I like cereal but I don’t like milk.

I enjoy coking different recipes every day,

But I feel grocery shopping takes too long.

I like having a clean house.

It makes me proud and feels adult.

I am learning to be happy with the little accomplishments,

Not everything needs to be grand.

I get sad when I don’t feel productive,

This leads to being less productive,

And being more sad.

I like to sing, and dance.

Especially when no one else is home.

I believe I have a purpose.

A reason for being alive.

One day I will know what this is.

Until then

I am Maxine and this is 2009.